Well, I've collected my final term papers for the semester. They sit in a rather thick stack, in folders, on the passenger seat of my car.
I'd thought of bringing them in, but decided against it. I'd like another couple of days without any dealings with the freshmen for a while. I had late-night emails from students, on the eve of the due date, asking questions that should've been asked about two weeks ago. Ah, time management skills. I'm sure the final result in those folders is gonna knock my socks off. There are times I have to wonder if I can teach my way out of a wet paper sack. This is one of those times. But then again, students have to listen to important instructions. Ah, well, so I'll sit here with a glass of orange juice, listening to Motown (?!!), and think of all those other things I get to work on this week in addition to grading those papers weighing so heavy in my car. And then I'm gonna go to bed.
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Dude--you post a picture like that and don't tell us what it is? Bad boy!
Enjoy your break, dearie. Put those papers aside for a few days.
Sorry--It's St. Peter School, the scene of my first teaching experience, of 1st and 2nd graders. I caught myself talking to them about Epistolary format in novels. They burned it down then tore it down. Some of the bricks from the building edge my flowerbeds.
oh, by they, I mean the congregation, not the 1st and 2nd graders...
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